#belonging poems on Hello Poetry

Emery Feine Oct 12

They should really invent a place where I belong.
Not one with entirely sunshine and rainbows,
God knows I've prayed too little for that,
But one where
I fit.
I don't stand out,
But I'm still my own person
And not that me that I've shown others,
Deceived them for far too long.
My fixation with belonging
It's like a need
That will never once be met.
And I'm left starved and ravenous
For just an ounce of it
And its empty calories

this is my 127th poem, written on 10/11/24

#emptiness #calories #belonging #society #fittingin #fixation #sunshine #praying #self #starved

Emery Feine Oct 2

A Color that Shouldn't Be There

Why do we wish that orange sunset won't ever die?
When we barely notice the normal, beautiful blue sky?
I think why we crave for the sunset to prolong
Is because the prettiest colors are the ones that don't belong

this is my 91st poem, written on 4/14/24

#colors #sunset #belonging #fittingin #society #beautiful

Boris Cho Sep 20

For Safe Keeping

If you were an email,
I’d mark you with stars,
tuck you away in a quiet corner,
where your words would be safe,
for keeping.

If you were a song,
I’d let your melody spill through me,
again and again,
holding each note in a playlist,
for keeping.

If you were a quote,
I’d trace your meaning, line by line,
etch you softly in the pages of my heart,
for keeping.

If you were a drink,
I’d savor each drop slowly,
letting the taste linger on my lips,
for keeping.

If you were a breath of fresh air,
I’d inhale you gently,
fill my lungs with your essence,
for keeping.

If you were a photograph,
I’d gaze into your stillness,
press you into the folds of memory,
for keeping.

If you were a clay vessel,
I’d plant beauty in your depths,
let you bask in sunlight’s warmth,
for keeping.

If you were mine,
I’d cradle your soul tenderly,
hold you through the ages of time,
for safe keeping.

— Sincerely, Boris

#love #relationships #belonging #growth #mindfulness #gratitude #selfworth

sha Sep 4

This Land

They connect and feel This Land beneath their feet.
But why do I feel nought but dirt and grass?
Don’t be fooled, I appreciate the base –
Filled with sacrifices and bones of the times of the past.

But is that not the history of everywhere we go?
The soil is filled with our successes and mistakes.
It is what we share in our ***** blood
Yet with the innocence we possess difficult to fake.

The other people of This Land are like any other.
Some possess flowers, some with guns,
And for sure all of them exchange arms
Depending if another is to be (rightfully?) shunned.

I suppose it is me, thinking too strictly.
My head trying to cope with the loneliness I hold.
Or perhaps This Land could just reach me better,
Maybe the people of the Land could have warmed my cold.

Inspired by the patriotic festivities in my country. I don't hold any ill feelings towards my nation, do not get me wrong -- I feel as if I praise and scrutinise the different aspects of my culture the same approach I do to any nation.

This Land © 2024 by Sha is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

#nation #citizen #patriotism #patriot #antipatriot #nationalism #belong #belonging

Miguel J Figueroa Aug 21

Our Coffee

I've always enjoyed a good cup of coffee,
Which is why I've gotten really good at making it.
My slow solo morning sips,
It was the only time my coffee got the attention I believed it deserved.
But then you took your first sip of my coffee.
It was a slow sweet simple sip,
Yet my coffee seemed to find a place where it was truly meant to be enjoyed.

#coffee #mornings #married #belonging

𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂 Jul 28

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In dreams I wander, searching for a place,
A home that’s found in your tender embrace.
Yet fate’s cruel hand keeps us apart,
A sorrow etched deep in my heart.

You are the home where my soul longs to stay,
A haven of peace, where fears melt away.
But destiny’s paths lead us astray,
In separate worlds, we drift day by day.

Without you, I roam, a nomad in despair,
A heart without shelter, burdened and bare.
The house of my dreams, forever out of sight,
A love unfulfilled, lost in the night.

Inspired by reading “the girl from the other side” and few fragments in the back of my head, certain emotions lingers around

#home #love #belonging #life #despair #loss #onesided

Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 26

Belonging Tears

These are not my tears; but just the remnants of all
the forgotten kinds of many lost dreams
These are not my reasons to cry; why should I-
cry any more, as there is always less of the time
For every joyous hello has promised me a sorrowful goodbye,
every down season, is the cause of a once crashing high

These are not any of my tears to cry; over things I can
no longer control, things wished to have been owned, longed to
have been called mine; as like these supposed tears of mine

Of course, I’m fine when I choose not to cry; tears are only
a promise for a moment and only in a moment shall any life
be gone- and maybe by then, as you cry over me, will there be
a place for all my tears to belong.

#tears #belonging #death #sad #feelings #thoughts #crying #poetry

Jeremy Betts May 1

~•§•~ We Won't Know Impossible ~•§•~

If I'm able
I'll cheer you on
If I'm capable
I'll clap for however long
If you need just a little
I'll whisper you a song
I'll crack a funny riddle
Just to hear you laugh along
I care so very little of the battle
You're right, I'm wrong
Don't be bashful
The night is long
Perfect days are doubtful
But we'll never doubt where we belong

©2024

#able #capable #little #whisper #funny #riddle #laugh #battles #bashful #belonging

Consilius Feb 25

Eva

It's been three years since you left.
What were you like as a child?
Whom did you fall in love at first,
and what memories this old chest hides?

Your mom saying she gets by,
no matter how much you hate her... why?
Why is she so upset with you,
and why would she write she hoped to die?

Did everything she could, why wasn't that enough?
Wished better life for you... the times were rough.
Hoped your father's death would change you for the better?
Would have no idea if not for this latter.

It was almost half a century ago... in 1977

What were you back then? Twenty one?
On these black & white photos it seems you had fun.

Haha what is this, a love note from a guy on a bus?
He basically rejected himself, didn't even have to ask.

I see a young ******* these pages,
I side of you I never knew,
If not for this diary, I would never had a clue.
What poetry you loved, what dreams you had,
what you were like...

"I would die for love,
but I was born for life"

#death #mother #belonging #old #chest

R N Tolliday Oct 2021

Room 501 (by Yoshikazu Takahashi)

My room is at the end of this corridor…
There are a lot of things in my room…
But my room key is missing,
I don’t know know where it is…
I don’t know…

When I entered my room alone.

My room is at the end of this corridor…
There are a lot of things in my room…
But my room key is missing,
I don’t know know where it is…
I don’t know…

When I entered my room alone.

It is the best, to break through the door!

A song by bluebeard.

Bluebeard was a Japanese emotional rock band, active around the early 2000s. The band's music had a likeness to the emotional rock scene happening in the States: Sunny Day Real Estate, Mineral, Texas is the Reason, etc, and bluebeard carved out an identity for themselves in the indie music scene in Tokyo. (Emotional Rock, or emo rock, is the same genre as the more popular American Football.) In a rare interview, it became known that bluebeard intended for their music to be at the same level as the bands of their influence, and worked hard to do so, so they could be enjoyed by a wider audience, including the States.

Their genius showed: in 2015 the band had a year-long reunion, much like American Football and Mineral at that time, and ended for packed venue(s). Just like American Football, the band had only released one full length album.

Yoshikazu Takahashi is one of the brains behind the music of bluebeard, and he is the voice behind the lyrics. Snow, was written about the singer songwriter's loneliness he experienced at adolescence. At writing it, he was likely around the age of 20.

If you're talking about the great emotional rock bands that make up that era: listen to Bluebeard, who saw the scene as it was happening in the States, and emulated what they heard and saw with soul and unique vision. The truth behind their lyrics, the genius of their music's composition, the mentor influences from British punk bands who Yoshikazu idolised (and likely others), and Yoshikazu's own soulful, renegade voice: bluebeard bleeds that era of emotional rock.

#loneliness #belonging